ebbortz

Thursday, September 28, 2006

no one imagined

that the night
would speak riddles
or that the rules of love
would become
the new order

--- e b bortz

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

sanctuary

common blood
warm
thawing hidden bodies
immigrants
and soldiers
desperate
for the anonymity
of darkness
their conscience
the light

--- e b bortz

(published in The City Poetry, issue 18, March 2007)